Free Summer Fling by Billie Rae Page B

man in
his late twenties or early thirties.
    They left the picture theatre
temporarily to go and meet Tony. Then they went back to the
theatre, as Scott was about to finish his shift.
    Lorraine watched the large procession of
people rush out of the double wooden doors. She found it amusing to
watch people like this, bustling about and completely unaware that
they were being observed. A mother with three children struggled to
keep them all under control as the crowd tried to swallow them all
whole in turn. A young couple held hands and walked contentedly out
of the theatre, completely unaware that anything else around them
existed. Two dishevelled but good looking guys laughed and joked
with each other as they disappeared out onto the street. Lorraine’s
gaze followed them until they were out of sight.
    Nice.
    But her concentration was soon
broken.
    “Sorry I took so long,” said the same
voice that Lorraine had heard in the projection room.
    Donna tucked a strand of hair behind her
ear, her other hand still gripping Tony’s. “Scott, now I can
officially introduce you. This is Lorraine.”
    Lorraine looked up to stare into
chocolate brown eyes that smiled from deep within. Scott was tall
with sandy blond hair that faded to brown at the short back and
sides. He had a well-defined jaw and small dimples that cut grooves
into his smiling cheeks. His long eyelashes framed a good looking
picture, complete with broad shoulders and a thick chest. He was
much younger than she had estimated by his voice, maybe only a few
years older than her and Donna.
    She recovered from her surprise and
smiled. “Hi, Scott,” she said.
    “Lorraine, we didn’t get a chance to
meet before,” Scott said as he cuffed Donna lightly on the ear. His
eyes never left Lorraine’s face as he studied her carefully,
smiling at her all the while. “That’s funny, Donna. I don’t think
you’ve ever mentioned Lorraine to me before.”
    “Well, I would have,” Donna said
mischievously, “but you were always too busy with all your other
girlfriends, that I thought—”
    “Trouble is, Donna, you don’t think,”
Scott interrupted.
    “Hey, watch it,” Tony said
playfully.
    “Come on,” Donna dismissed them as she
walked to the double doors. She and Tony disappeared hand in hand
and Lorraine was left with Scott.
    They stared at each other wordlessly for
what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few
seconds.
    “Well, I suppose we’d better go,” Scott
said finally as he ran a large tanned hand through his short mop of
hair. He rattled a set of keys next to his hip and Lorraine turned
instinctively to the doors. Once outside, she waited for Scott to
lock the doors, then walked with him to the car.
    “So, you’re from Blenheim?” Scott
asked.
    “How did you guess?” Lorraine teased.
She looked up at him and smiled.
    “You’re just as bad as Donna,” he said.
“I can see how the two of you get on so well.”
    “How do you mean?”
    Scott changed the subject quickly.
Despite what Tony thought of Donna, Scott was not fond of her. She
was pretty, he would give her that much, but she was also a flirt,
who was into dope smoking, drinking—anything under the sun as long
as it involved guys, her favourite past time.
    “So, are you into the same things as
Donna?” He hoped his question was not too transparent.
    “That all depends on what you’re
implying.”
    Scott looked down at the pretty girl by
his side, who was smiling up at him, her rosy cheeks sparkling
under the busy street lights.
    She continued. “I drink, but doesn’t
everybody? As for drugs, which I assume you mean, I’ve never
touched them—never will touch them. Just because I’m Donna’s best
friend, it doesn’t necessarily mean that we do the same things.
We’re two different people.” She dug her hands deep into her
pockets.
    Scott grinned. “I’m pleased about that.”
Then as though it was more an internal dialogue than anything else,
he added,